Utopía.

En sus más profundos sueños, escapa de su naturaleza salvaje. Recorre cientos de desolados caminos, desolados, como él. Al fondo, un río se lleva fuertes corrientes de agua, igual que sus esperanzas, murmurando un rumbo sin final. Por las noches vuela por un cielo sombrío y triste, y el brillo de las estrellas encandilan su noción del tiempo y de existencia. Sus alas, tenebrosas, se expanden hacia un devenir incierto, y el mundo no es más que mudo. Poesía. Sensaciones. Utopía. Simple alegoría.




S.

Dancers.

In this life we are mere dancers. Stories go, stories come, the world turns around us and drags us to its constant choreography. Our feelings dash in the air through a sigh of lustrous temper. We dance in darkess, waiting for a ray of light to guide our steps, we rise in hopes of finding sense in our performance, and we dread the feel of it. How does it feel when you've got nothing to lose? when you enjoy your rhythm and don't expect to be valued? You just dance for your own purpose, and you love the feel of the music. You just don't expect there are people following you, you just don't look at the stage, or how much light is shining upon you. You just feel the beat, the beat of life.


S.

For nature's with me

Fresh air deep in my lungs
Leaves playing with the wind
I close my weary eyes
For nature’s with me

Salty wind kisses my face
Nothing more that I need
Such joy I own in me
As my bike gains speed

It’s written in the sky
It’s written in the sea
No need to be afraid
For nature’s now with me

The place where I belong
I feel it surely is
While seagulls caw my song
My song of liberty.


S.

Just like the moon

Just like the moon
Splendid and sweet
But out of reach
That's only you

Just like the moon
Your rays tell me
The sun's to meet
And I fall in gloom



S.